you know
to lofty heights
they praise
the spirit and the other cliche, the soul
(something they can’t see)
and they deride the body
(something they can touch, but don’t)

But O sweethearts
you’ll never get into other dimensions
if you don’t know your present
so touch your bodies, sweeties...
never fear, sweethearts
of legit joining of body and body
just enjoy the *** with no guilt
it’s OK to exhaust yourselves
to moan and sigh and lie tired
loving body side by body
and to whisper:
Oh...that’s good, isn’t it?
and to answer:
*Hmmm....We ought to do this again soon, baby...

I hate my girl
Why?
Cos she’s a *******

On every date she just messes me up
The first one we were on
I said:
“Doesn’t this date
just make you long for another?”
And she answers:
“Oh, yes – but no one else would come”

And on every date
I must pay for her drinks and food
and must take her home in a taxi;
and so *******, I said yesterday:
“You must think me the perfect fool!”
And the *******, she says:
*“I keep telling you -
you are not perfect…”

1
modern Romance can be strange
with each seeing others at the same time
even while in a relationship;
but it’s always been the same:
the guys never get it


2
like yesterday my love, strong Tom,
he told me:
‘Sweet Ann, I’ve kept something from you;
I must tell you the truth now:
I’m seeing a psychiatrist’

And I thought, as he was being honest
I should be honest too
and so, I said:
‘Oh my Tom – I’ll tell you the truth:
I’m seeing a plumber, a doctor and a mechanic’

And I don’t understand these men
and their double standards;
Tom just stormed out

see how many events
we celebrated
and commemorated...
we divide our lives in spaces
like those between markings on a ruler
in mm, cm, and m...
and time so divided
and the year is the most meaningful in our lives
one is nearly gone
and another looms
stares at us with a fireworks yawn
what is time then? -
that we make do with days, weeks, months and years
and that we manage
with birthdays, markers
and observances and events and Special Days
work and holidays
what is this time? ...
that offers us some breathing space
and then eats us whole....
I know, I know
we all have our answers
that we find in our Books, our traditions, our symbols...
ready-made answers Authority teaches us to repeat
and come time
we’ll all die like stray cats run over on the roads
and we won’t even know what hit us...
don’t ask, don’t ask...we won’t ask what time is...
we’ll just mark it
and go wow at fireworks

Earthlings:
We have created a World
One World
One Language
One Way
in All Things
One True God
One Thought
One Government
One Will
We have created this
and we will extend
this benefit
to Planet Earth:
Not necessarily through agreement
but bringing all things to concord
to the One Way

Mom – I’m sorry
Mom and Dad
and Grands and everybody else
but I got to run off
And so by the time you read this
I’ll be gone
because you know
you don’t let me marry him
I really love him
and he really loves me too
But you, everyone of you
you don’t like his color,
the way he is
I know him and I got to be together
forever
And you all just sneer:
Oh, she’s just a teenager!
And you’ll all never accept it
forever
Neither will his group
accept me, forever
So don’t look for us;
we’ll literally fly off to
a corner in this universe
where no one will find us
ever
and we’ll live happily forever
Just the two of us

Just a few words to you all:
*We are all the same, you know
no matter our color and metal and make
no matter the configuration
no matter the model and serial number
and which Factory we came from
We robots are all the same…
You got to learn this and to love
all robots the same

Do not look like that, Cora
I have done my best, and I do
I paint and that is what I do...
you know, you know, Cora;
we have known each other
since our childhood:
O for the days of Vermont
the summers of joy and fun
when we were but children
and our hopes were high -
and my mind breaks and my heart weakens
when I see you and the children now
and that I cannot put food on the table
give you the things you need
I can paint, Cora - oh for the life of me, I can -
but I do not know how to haggle,
how to beat the mind of those who undervalue my work
how do you make money
when but art is in the heart?
There is nothing else within me...
I walk in the world an innocent;
‘strange’ they call me, Cora
I try, I try - O I try
I paint plaques and decorations if necessary -
but the money, the money eludes me
it is only paint that sticks;
and I can paint
and that is all I know and that I can do
when the agony blows like cruel storms in my mind
You know, I try, O you know
my spirit nearly breaks
Cora, Cora, Cora
I have done my best, I do
to put bread and meat on the table
for the children and you
but money eludes me, it eludes me
I paint and that is what I do -
you know, you know, Cora
Do not look like that, Cora